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Intro (Euphoria)
01:47
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Lost in delight
With you for a while
Saying goodbye
To my desires
Euphoria
Victory is ours
If for a while
Of a certain star
The warmth of the sky
Euphoria
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No Luv
02:43
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Look who's got a pill she pops
Every time her body stops so
THC in lollipops
Now is not the time to get
No love
No drugs
And no way to get what you want
Let them get some medicine
Doctor says it's better than blow
Fed up with Excedrin?
Catch up with the times or get
No love
No drugs
And no way to get what you want
Spacey, spacey little Lacy
Whining about the worst one
Lying on the couch again
No love
No drugs
And no way to get what you want
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Deal
03:14
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Every morning there's a job to do in the corner
Every evening there's a bone to pick at the end
Higher up they're grinning ear to ear
Saying things that they don't want you to hear
Keep you close but they don't want you near
It's a bitch
My friend
Crystal caprices that tantalize on the counter
Mirror images that double back what they send
Walking through a smokey sabotage
Back at home they're looking at the mirage
Don't forget you've got a job to do
It's a bitch
My friend
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All I wanted was a state of zen
All it got me is the state I'm in
On the corner with a sign that says
"It's a bitch"
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4. |
Parade
02:36
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Another day became to pass
Beginning led to end
Did you feel the spark was wasted again?
On parade
Snap back from visions of yourself
You've seen it all before
But sometimes you just don't know anymore
On parade
Each story hits you like the last
Another wave of friends
Do you feel that spark just waning?
On parade
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5. |
Blue's Knock
02:06
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A little "Why oh why"
A little bit of ruin
We'll let the skies crack wise
and wonder what we're doing
Same as before
Blue's been knocking at the front door
Another sky went dark
Another day went truant
I'll probably hit the park
and wonder what I'm doing
Same as before
Blue's been knocking at the front door
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6. |
Still Dreaming
03:16
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Feels so nice I don't wanna move
Mama what's this feeling
It's alright when there's nothing to do
Baby I'm still dreaming
When will I see the light?
Just a means looking for an end
In this world of meaning
My own head is my oldest friend
Maybe I'm still dreaming
Dreaming away half the day
When will I see the light?
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7. |
Breaking Afternoon
02:41
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Mama says the world is over
Sky is falling
High or sober
You can't tell me that it came too soon
To relax I count my footsteps
Lie down backwards
Follow my breath
No disaster
Breaking afternoon
Getting fed up
Putting feet up
Petting kitty
With a pretty mellow mind till evening finds its moon
Bossa nova
Marijuana
Playing hooky
Looky, looky
No disaster
Breaking afternoon
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8. |
New Daze
02:53
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Tuesday came to fame
In no time at all
Took the palisade
Underneath the specter of a megaphone
New daze
You make
New ways
To take
More balloons to pop
In the microwave
Thursday's gonna drop
Kids get busy talking on the telephone
New daze
You make
New ways
To take
More balloons to pop
Ecstasy awaits
Sun becomes too hot
Jeepsters steady stalking through the neighborhood
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9. |
Ecstasy
03:48
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No fun
Coming undone
Get better
Comes together again
Give it some time
Give into grace
It could be ecstasy
Ecstasy...
Today
Why would I want
To wait
For another ride
Give it some time
Give into grace
It could be ecstasy
Ecstacy...
Lovely
Little camisole
Made of cashmere wherewithal
Give it some time
Give into grace
It could be ecstasy
Ecstacy...
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10. |
Such a Feeling
04:00
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